Clara screamed and grabbed the slat, her knuckles white on either side. When his name echoed through the room with pleas and cries, he joined the frenzy with his own grunts.
A stinging bliss melted his core, heating his tech to dangerous levels, and a single bead of sweat drip from his brow.
“Ready?” he sneered and reached around to pinch her clit. Her butt jumped up in answer, her back arched and stiffened.Yeess.Clara’s body answered his question.
A low, rumbling growl escaped him and he vibrated his finger over her swollen bud, shifted his angle for his cockhead to hit her g-spot. Dozens of years of pressure left him, expelled completely as her body tensed, and when her sweet cunt quivered in submission, his shaft joined her in release.
Cybernetic currents of ejaculate shot out, spurting like a faucet into her and he felt it surround his cock, getting everywhere, and filling her up. Reid pressed his hand into her back and held her firmly into the medical slat, letting his cock spill, expand, and take effect. Clara’s body lost all tension and she sagged under the pressure, and soon the scent of her climax eclipsed all other smells in his head.
He continued to roll his hips, spreading his cum throughout, but no longer in a bruising way.
“That was...”
“The best fuck of your life?” he finished for her between his teeth.
“Yes.”
Reid knew the moment she was seeded, when his DNA found its goal and took over. A part of him connected to the cyber cell as it morphed with her egg, changing it into something inhuman. Into something that was his. His hand pressed her harder into the bed while he waited for completion. Waited for his claim on her to solidify. The muscles in her back twitched but she didn’t fight him, couldn’t even if she tried.
When it was over, he roared and released her, streaking his nails down her pale back until his hands cupped her ass and squeezed. His eyes flashed and he saw red, staring at his cock still shallowly pumping into her stretched sheath.Already ready for me? For more?
Clara lifted up and looked back at him, eyes wide and frazzled. “Reid?”
He smirked and squeezed her ass one last time before he slipped out. “Success.”
She didn’t move from her bent-over position as he stepped back and surveyed everything that was now his.
“H-how can you tell?”
“It only takes once.” He grinned, satisfied, like a young Cyborg who had experienced sex for the first time, finding that it was as good—better—than warring. She frowned and pursed her lips.
When she moved to turn, he stopped her. “Stay!”
“Why?” The questions in her eyes deepened.
“I want to remember you like this. A post mounting from a mutt,” he muttered as his eyes left her beautiful violets to look back between her spread legs and the soft, roughly-used quim still in full view. “You’re still in heat, aren’t you?” he couldn’t help himself.
Clara settled on her elbows and brushed her wild hair over her shoulder. A shoulder and side neck that was marked red from his teeth. He briefly reached up and slipped his fingers over his marks and through her tangled strands.
She snorted. “I’ve never known someone like you. The things you say...”
Reid smirked and kneeled between her legs. When she jerked, he stopped her. “I said. Stay.”
“This is embarrassing me!”
“Clara, dear, you just let your doctor rut you so hard into a medical pod that the cushion on top will never be the same again. And this embarrasses you?” He watched fascinated as her whole body trembled and her buttocks and calves tightened. “You are embarrassed.”I like it.He leaned in and filled his nose with the mixed scents of their sex.
“You would be too if you were in this position!”
“If your face was inches from my cock? Your lips dying to taste it? I don’t think so.” Her sex clenched and as it did, a bead of excess sperm appeared and trickled out.
“I hate this. I hate this. Stop saying things to make me squirm.” But her tone and her body said otherwise. Reid watched his seed continue down her inner thigh until it stopped.
“I like making you squirm.” He flicked her clit once and lifted back to feet when she moaned. Before she could stand, he retrieved a cloth and cleaned her up. When he was done—tossing the cloth into hazard waste—he helped her upright and they eyed each other in stifled silence. The room grew chill again and when Clara lifted her arms and covered her breasts, he couldn’t hold back his grin.
“Still embarrassed?”
“You’re an asshole.”
